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anxiety; and yet my influence over deriving felicity from himself. But he others extends to their vices, whether found me, not singing at my work, I would reward or punish. By the ruddy with health, vivid with cheerbowstring, I can suppress violence and fulness, but pale and dejected, sitting fraud; and by the delegation of power, on the ground, and chewing opium, I can transfer the insatiable wishes of which contributed to substitute the avarice and ambition from one object phantoms of imagination for the realities to another; but with respect to virtue, of greatness. He entered with a kind I am impotent; if I could reward it, I of joyful impatience in his countenance, would reward it in thee. Thou art which, the moment he beheld me, was content, and hast, therefore, neither changed to a mixture of wonder and avarice nor ambition; to exalt thee pity. I had often wished for another would destroy the simplicity of thy life, opportunity to address the caliph; yet and diminish that happiness which II was confounded at his presence, and, have no power either to increase or to throwing myself at his feet, I laid my hand upon my head and was speech"He then rose up, and, commanding less. 'Hassan,' said he, 'what canst me not to disclose his secret, departed. "As soon as I recovered from the confusion and astonishment in which the caliph left me, I began to regret that my behavior had intercepted his bounty, and accused that cheerfulness of folly which was the concomitant of poverty and labor. I now repined at the obscurity of my station, which my former insensibility had perpetuated; I neglected my labor because I despised the reward; I spent the day in idleness, forming romantic projects to recover the advantages which had lost; and at night, instead of losing myself in that sweet and refreshing sleep, from which I used to ise with new health, cheerfulness, and vigor, I dreamt of splendid habits and "When I had finished this speech, Ala numerous retinue of gardens, palaces, malic stood some moments in suspense, eunuchs, and women, and waked only and I continued prostrate before him. to regret the illusions that had vanished. Hassan,' said he, I perceive, not My health was at length impaired by with indignation, but with regret, that the inquietude of my mind; I sold all I mistook thy character; I now dismy movables for subsistence, and re- cover avarice and ambition in thy heart, served only a mattress, upon which I which lay torpid only because their sometimes lay from one night to an-objects were too remote to rouse them. other.

"In the first moon of the following year, the caliph came again to Mecca, with the same secresy, and for the same purposes. He was willing once more to see the man whom he considered as

thou have lost, whose wealth was the labor of thine own hand? and what can have made thee sad, the spring of whose joy was in thy own bosom? What evil hath befallen thee? Speak, and if I can remove it, thou art happy.' I was now encouraged to look up, and I replied, 'Let my lord forgive the presumption of his servant, who, rather than utter a falsehood, would be dumb forever. I am become wretched by the loss of that which I never possessed; thou hast raised wishes, which, indeed, I am not worthy thou shouldst satisfy; but why should it be thought that ho who was happy in obscurity and indigence, would not have been rendered more happy by eminence and wealth?"

I can not, therefore, invest thee with authority, because I would not subject my people to oppression, and because I would not be compelled to punish thee for crimes which I first enabled thee to commit. But, as I have taken

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its of luxury and all the sensibility of pride. O! let not thy heart despise me, thou whom experience has not taught, that it is misery to lose that which it is not happiness to possess. O! that for me this lesson had not been written on the tablets of Providence! I have traveled from Medina to Mecca; but I can not fly from myself. How different are the states in which I have been placed! The remembrance of both is bitter, for the pleasures of neither can return." Ilassan, having thus ended his story, smote his hands together, and, looking upward, burst into tears.

from thee that which I can not restore, I will, at least, gratify the wishes that I excited, lest thy heart accuse me of injustice, and thou continue still a stranger to thyself. Arise, therefore, and follow me.' I sprung from the ground, as it were, with the wings of an eagle; I kissed the hem of his garment in an ecstasy of gratiude and joy; and when I went out of my house, my heart leaped as if I had escaped from the den of a lion. I followed Almalic to the caravansera in which he lodged; and after he had fulfilled his vows, he took me with him to Medina. He gave me an apartment in the se- Omar, having waited till this agony raglio. I was attended by his own was past, went to him, and taking him servants; my provisions were sent from by the hand, "My son," said he, "more his own table; I received every week is yet in thy power than Almalic could a sum from his treasury which exceeded give, or Aububekir take away. The the most romantic of my expectations; lesson of thy life, the Prophet has, in but I soon discovered that no dainty mercy, appointed me to explain. was so tasteful as the food to which Thou wast once content with povlabor procured an appetite, no slum-erty and labor, only because they were bers so sweet as those which weariness become habitual, and ease and affluence invited, and no time so well enjoyed as were placed beyond thy hope; for when that in which diligence is expecting its case and affluence approached thee, reward. I remembered these enjoy-thou wast content with poverty and ments with regret; and while I was sighing in the midst of superfluities which, though they encumbered life, yet I could not give up, they were suddenly taken away.

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Almalic, in the midst of the glory of his kingdom, and in the full vigor of his life, expired suddenly in the bath; such, thou knowest, was the destiny which the Almighty had written upon his head.

labor no more. That which then bocame the object was also the bound of thy hope; and he whose utmost hope is disappointed, must inevitably bo wretched. If thy supreme desire had been the delights of Paradise, and thou hadst believed that by the tenor of thy life these delights had been secured, as more could not have been given thee, thou wouldst not have regretted that less was not offered. The content "His son, Aububekir, who succeeded which was once enjoyment was but to the throne, was incensed against me the lethargy of soul, and the distress by some who regarded me at once with which is now suffered will but quicken contempt and envy; he suddenly with-it to action. Depart, therefore, and be drew my pension, and commanded that I should be expelled the palace-a command which my enemies executed with So much rigor. that within twelve hours I found myself in the streets of Medina. indigent and friendless, exposed to hunger and derision, with all the hab

thankful for all things; put thy trust in Him who alone can gratify the wish of reason, and satisfy thy soul with good; fix thy hope upon that portion in comparison of which the world is as the drop of the bucket and the dust of the balance. Return, my son, to

thy labor; thy food shall be again | And when the earth is sere and sad tasteful, and thy rest shall be sweet; to thy content also shall be added stability, when it depends not upon that which is possessed upon earth, but upon that which is expected in heaven." Hassan, upon whose mind the Angel of Instruction impressed the counsel of Omar, hastened to prostrate himself in the temple of the prophet. Peace dawned upon his mind like the radiance of the morning; he returned to his labor with cheerfulness; his devotion became fervent and habitual; and the latter days of Hassan were happier than the first.

From summer's over-fervid reign,
How is she in fresh beauty clad?—
By little drops of rain.

Yea, and the robe that Nature weaves,
Whence does it every robe surpass?—
From little flowers, and little leaves,
And little blades of grass.

LITTLE THINGS.

[Thomas Davis, an Irish poet; died in 1845.]

THE flower is small that decks the field,

The bee is small that bends the flower, But flower and bee alike may yield

Food for a thoughtful hour.

Essence and attributes of each

For ends profound combine;
And all they are, and all they teach,
Springs from the mind Divine.

Is there who scorneth little things?
As wisely might he scorn to cat
The food that bounteous autumn brings
In little grains of wheat.

Methinks, indeed, that such an one
Few pleasures upon earth will find,
Where well nigh every good is won
From little things combined.

The lark that in the morning air
Amid the sunbeams mounts and sings;
What lifted her so lightly there?—
Small feathers in her wings.

O sure, who scorneth little things,

If he were not a thoughtless elf,
Far above all that round him springs,
Would scorn his little self.

THE UNREGARDED TOILS OF THE POOR.
[Mary Howitt; born in England about 1800.]
ALAS! what secret tears are shed,
What wounded spirits bleed:
What loving hearts are sundered,
And yet man takes no heed!
He goeth in his daily course,

Made fat with oil and wine,
And pitieth not the weary souls
That in his bondage pine-
That turn for him the mazy wheel,
That delve for him the mine!
And pitieth not the children small
In smoky factories dim,
That all day long, lean, pale, and faint,
Do heavy tasks for him!

To him they are but as the stones
Beneath his fect that lie:

It entereth not his thoughts that they
With him claim sympathy:

It entereth not his thoughts that God
Heareth the sufferer's groan,
That in his righteous eye their life
Is precious as his own.

AN EVENING REVERIE.

[William Cullen Bryant; born in Cummington, Mas in 1794.]

THE summer day is closed, the sun is set:

What form, too, then the beauteous dyes
With which all nature oft is bright,
Meadows and streams, woods, hills, and Well they have done their office, those bright,

skies?

Minutest waves of light.

hours,

The latest of whose train goes softly out

In the red West. The green blade of the ground

Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig

Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun;
Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown
And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,
From bursting cells, and in their grave await
Their resurrection. Insects from the pools
Have filled the air awhile with humming wings,
That now are still forever; painted moths
Have wandered the blue sky, and died again;
The mother-bird hath broken for her brood
Their prison shell, or shoved them from the nest,
Plumed for their earliest flight. In bright al-

coves,

In woodland cottages with barky walls,

In noisome cells of tumultuous towns,

| Even now while I am glorying in my strength,
Impend around me? O! beyond that bourne,
In the vast cycle of being which begins
At that broad threshold, with what fairer forms
Shall the great law of change and progress clothe
Its workings? Gently, so have good men taught,
Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide
Into the new; the eternal flow of things,
Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,
Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.

THE MOUNTAIN OF MISERIES.

JOSEPH ADDISON.

IT is a celebrated thought of Socrates,

Mothers have clasped with joy the newborn babe. that if all the misfortunes of mankind

Graves by the lonely forest, by the shore

Of rivers and of ocean, by the ways
Of the thronged city, have been hollowed out

And filled, and closed. This day hath parted

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Were eloquent with love, the first harsh word,
That told the wedded one her peace was flown.
Farewell to the sweet sunshine! One glad day
Is added now to Childhood's merry days,
And one calm day to those of quiet Age.
Still the fleet hours run on; and as I lean,
Amid the thickening darkness, lamps are lit,
By those who watch the dead, and those who
twine

Flowers for the bride. The mother from the eyes
Of her sick infant shades the painful light,
And sadly listens to his quick-drawn breath.

O thou great Movement of the Universe,
Or change, or Flight of Time-for ye are one
That bearest, silently, this visible scene
Into night's shadow and the streaming rays
Of starlight, whither art thou bearing me?
I feel the mighty current sweep me on,
Yet know not whither. Man foretells afar
The courses of the stars; the very hour
Ile knows when they shall darken or grow bright;
Yet doth the eclipse of Sorrow and of Death
Come unforewarned. Who next, of those I love,
Shall pass from life, or, sadder yet, shall fall
From virtue? Strife with foes, or bitterer strife
With friends, or shame and general scorn of

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were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed among the themselves the most unhappy, would whole species, those who now think prefer the share they are already possessed of, before that which would fall to them by such a division. Horace has carried this thought a great deal further (Sat. iii, ver. 7), which implies that the hardships or misfortunes we lie under are more easy to us than those of any other person would be, in case we could change conditions with him.

As I was ruminating upon these two remarks, and seated in my elbow-chair, I insensibly fell asleep, when, on a sudden, methought there was a proclamation made by Jupiter that every mortal should bring in his griefs and calamities, and throw them together in a heap. There was a plain appointed for this purpose. I took my stand in the center of it, and saw, with a great deal of pleasure, the whole human species marching one after another, and throwing down their several loads, which immediately grew up into a prodigious mountain, that seemed to rise above the clouds.

There was a certain lady, of a thin, airy shape, who was very active in this solemnity. She carried a magnifying glass in one of her hands, and was clothed in a loose, flowing robe, embroidered with several figures of fiends and specters, that discovered themselves in a thousand chimerical shapes, as her gar

ments hovered in the wind. There was something wild and distracted in her looks. Her name was Fancy. She led up every mortal to the appointed place, after having very officiously assisted him in making up his pack, and laying it upon his shoulders. My heart, melted within me to see my fellow-creatures groaning under their respectivo burdens, and to consider that prodigious bulk of human calamities which lay before me.

There were, however, several persons who gave me great diversion. Upon this occasion, I observed one bringing in a fardel, very carefully concealed under an old embroidered cloak, which, upon his throwing it into the heap, I discovered to be poverty. Another, after a great deal of puffing, throw down his luggage, which, upon examining, I found to be his wife.

real. One little packet I could not but take notice of, which was a complication of all diseases incident to human nature, and was in the hand of a great many fine people; this was called the spleen. But what most of all surprised me was a remark I made, that there was not a single vice or folly thrown into the whole heap; at which I was very much astonished, having concluded within myself that every one would take this opportunity of getting rid of his passions, prejudices, and frailties.

I took notice in particular of a very profligate fellow, who, I did not ques tion, came laden with his crimes; but upon searching into his bundles, I found that, instead of throwing his guilt from him, he had only laid down his memory. Ile was followed by another worthless rogue, who flung away his modesty instead of his ignorance.

When the whole race of mankind had thus cast away their burdens, the phantom which had been so busy on this occasion, seeing me an idle spectator of what passed, approached toward me. I grew uneasy at her presence, when of a sudden she held her magnifying glass full before my eyes. I no sooner saw my face in it but was startled at the shortness of it, which now appeared to me in its utmost aggravation. The im moderate breadth of the features made me very much out of humor with my own countenance, upon which I threw it from me like a mask. It happened very luckily that one who stood by me had just before thrown down his visage, which, it seems, was too long for him. It was, indeed, extended to a most shameful length. I believe the very chin was, modestly speaking, as long as my whole face. We had both of us an

There were multitudes of lovers, saddled with very whimsical burdens, composed of darts and flames; but, what was very odd, though they sighed as if their hearts would break under these bundles of calamities, they could not persuade themselves to cast them into the heap when they came up to it; but, after a few vain efforts, shook their heads, and marched away as heavy laden as they came. I saw multitudes of old women throw down their wrinkles, and several young ones who stripped themselves of a tawny skin. There were very great heaps of red noses, and large lips, and rusty teeth. The truth of it is, I was surprised to see the greatest part of the mountain made up of bodily deformities. Observing one advancing toward the heap with a larger cargo than ordinary upon his back, I found, upon his near approach, that it was only a natural hump, which he dis-opportunity of mending ourselves; and posed of with great joy of heart among this collection of human miseries. There were, likewise distempers, of all sorts, though I could not but observe that there were many more imaginary than

all the contributions being now brought in, every man was at liberty to exchange his misfortunes for those of another person.

It was with unspeakable pleasure that

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